Damon and Sani found themselves teleported above a magnificent waterfall in the heart of the jungle. As they marveled at their surroundings, their attention was captured by a young boy being pursued by a gang of menacing robbers. To their astonishment, the boy unleashed a surge of extraordinary powers, causing the robbers to crumble before him.
Caught off guard, Damon and Sani observed the boy's every move, captivated by his abilities. However, their watchful eyes did not go unnoticed. Sensing their presence, the boy abruptly changed direction and sprinted towards them with light speed. Realizing the imminent danger, Damon and Sani attempted to flee, their hearts pounding with fear.
But fate seemed determined to entwine their destinies. In a matter of moments, the boy caught up with them, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and a hint of apprehension. Damon and Sani stood frozen, their minds racing with questions about the incredible powers this boy possessed and what his unexpected arrival meant for their own journey in this mystifying jungle.
In a sudden twist, the boy seized Damon's neck in mid-air, casting doubt on their intentions and leaving Damon and Sani grappling with uncertainty and fear.
Damon struggled to speak as the boy's grip tightened around his neck. Gasping for air, he managed to choke out his words. "Please... let go... we mean you no harm," he wheezed, his voice strained. "We... we were just exploring the jungle when we saw those robbers chasing you."
Sani, her eyes wide with fear, pleaded with the boy. "It's true! We were just trying to get out of this forest and we stumbled upon you by accident.
As the boy tightened his grip on Damon's neck, he demanded answers. "Why should I believe your words? Tell me, who sent you? Did they send you to kill me too?" he questioned, his voice filled with suspicion and fear.
Struggling to breathe, Damon managed to respond through the pain. "No, we weren't sent by anybody," he gasped. "We're just lost travelers, trying to survive in this jungle."
Sani, her voice trembling, stepped forward. "Look at me," she pleaded. "Do you think anybody would send a little girl to kill somebody? We stumbled upon you by chance, and we want to help."
The boy's gaze shifted towards Sani, his expression softening ever so slightly. He loosened his grip on Damon's neck, giving him a moment to catch his breath. "I've been chased for days," he confessed. "I don't know who to trust anymore."
Damon, now able to speak more clearly, empathized with the boy's predicament. "We understand your fear," he said earnestly. "But we can't survive alone either. Let us prove our intentions. We can watch each other's backs."
The boy hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. Slowly, he released Damon's neck, taking a step back.
Damon and Sani relieved that their words had reached the boy's heart.
The boy's resolve remained firm. "Don't get me wrong, I don't plan to join you guys. I'm on my way," he stated, determination in his voice.
Sani, her eyes pleading, made a request. "Can we just walk with you until we leave this forest? With you, we won't have to worry about robbers and thieves, and we can navigate our way out of this jungle more easily. We won't get in your way, I promise."
The boy considered her words for a moment before finally relenting. "Fine," he replied, his tone begrudgingly accepting, but don't slow me down.
Relieved by his agreement, Damon and Sani exchanged grateful glances. Together, this unlikely trio set off, each driven by their own motivations, hoping to find safety and a way out of the treacherous jungle.
As they walked through the dense jungle, Damon couldn't help but dwell on the boy's extraordinary abilities. After a few minutes, he mustered the courage to inquire, "I can't believe you grabbed my neck and lifted me in the air. You looks younger than me, yet incredibly strong. And you move so fast, it's like a blur. How did you do that?"
The boy remained silent for a moment before finally responding, "Don't talk to me."
Damon's annoyance grew, and he persisted, "Come on, what's the problem? I, too, have my own purpose and need to become stronger. Can't you share some tips with me?"
The boy's silence persisted, further frustrating Damon. "Okay, fine," Damon grumbled. "If you don't want to talk about that, can you at least tell me your name?"
The boy's voice was cold as he replied, "It's Johan. Now, don't ask anything else."
Damon, genuinely curious, responded, "So your name is Johan? That's a pretty cool name. Are you from around here? Where's your home?"
Johan's voice carried a weight of sorrow as he replied, "My home? They are gone."
Sani's eyes widened with curiosity, but she held back her questions for the moment. Damon, still unaware of the significance, pressed further, "Gone? Are they on vacation or something?" His gaze shifted to the mark on Johan's left hand. "By the way, that's a pretty cool mark. What's it for?"
Sani's eyes widened in realization, and she hesitantly asked Johan, "Are you from the 'Trisuli Clan'?"
Johan's anger flared, and he attempted to grab Sani. Reacting swiftly, Damon intervened, kicking Johan away. "What's your problem?" Damon demanded. "Why are you being a psychopath?"
Sani urged Damon to hold back, realizing her mistake. "Wait, Damon. Johan I am sorry, so sorry. I didn't know that you were from there."
Damon, still trying to grasp the situation, questioned, "What's going on here?"
Sani's voice quivered as she explained, "The 'Trisuli Clan' was wiped out last year. There are no survivors, except Johan. That's why he was scared of us."
Johan's voice turned icy, filled with warning, "Don't talk about my family, or I will kill you."
The weight of tragedy and a deeply wounded past now hung heavily in the air, leaving Damon and Sani grappling with the fragile threads of understanding and the pressing need to navigate this newfound knowledge with caution.
As Johan sat lost in his thoughts, Damon and Sani maintained a respectful distance, keeping a watchful eye on him. Damon couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and turned to Sani, asking, "Can you tell me more about his clan and what happened?"
Sani nodded, her voice filled with a mix of sadness and knowledge. "The Trisuli Clan had a population of around 400. They all possessed the Trisul mark, a birthmark that holds some kind of power. It grants them enhanced speed and emits a spiritual pressure capable of knocking out others."
Damon's eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. "So, were they wiped out because they had these special powers?" he questioned.
Sani sighed, her gaze fixed on Johan. "It's complicated," she replied. "There were rumors that some factions sought to eliminate the Trisuli Clan due to their abilities. They were seen as a threat, and sadly, last year, tragedy struck, and the clan was wiped out. Johan may be the last survivor."
Damon's heart sank as he absorbed the weight of their history. He understood the fear and pain Johan carried within him, the weight of loss and the burden of being the sole remnant of a once-thriving clan.
Damon, still grappling with the disturbing revelations, turned to Sani with a puzzled expression. "So, they were killed just because people were afraid of their super-fast power and spiritual pressure? Is that all?"
Sani corrected Damon's understanding. "If it were just about speed and spiritual pressure, then something like this couldn't have happened," she clarified, emphasizing the magnitude of the situation. The Trisuli Clan's fate was not merely a consequence of their abilities but a deeper truth that had yet to be uncovered.
As Damon listened to Sani's words, a mix of shock and anger welled up inside him. "If it was just their powers, it wouldn't be a problem?" he repeated incredulously. "What were they afraid of then?"
Sani's voice turned somber. "The Trisul's true awakening. It was just a rumor from the past, but three years ago, it was confirmed as a possibility. That's when they made their move, orchestrating the massacre in a single night."
Damon clenched his fists, his anger burning. "And who were the ones behind it?" he demanded, his voice seething with rage.
Sani's gaze dropped, filled with sorrow. "The Elite Gang No.4 commander and the Carang Gang No.5 commander," she revealed. "You're already familiar with Carang Gang, and the Elite Gang is one of the seven notorious gangs. They were dispatched to carry out this mission."
Damon's face twisted with fury. The weight of injustice and betrayal pressed upon him. Words failed him as the enormity of the tragedy sank in. He could only imagine the pain and loss that Johan carried, being the sole survivor of such an atrocity.
Silence hung heavy in the air as Damon and Sani absorbed the truth, their hearts heavy with the weight of the past.
Johan sat alone, lost in the painful memories of his hometown. In his mind, he saw a vivid image of his mother and father, their voices echoing in his ears.
"Johan, you must run," his father had pleaded, fear etched on his face. "Protect yourself. We'll hold them off."
Tears welled up in Johan's eyes as he remembered his mother's gentle voice. "Stay strong, my son," she had whispered, tears streaming down her face. "Find a way to survive."
In that haunting moment, the Elite Gang No.4 commander and the Carang Gang No.5 commander descended upon their village, their ruthlessness palpable. Johan's parents fought valiantly, until the end.
The memory of that tragic night was etched into Johan's soul. The screams of pain, the sight of bloodshed, and the feeling of helplessness consumed him. He was left all alone, the last survivor of the Trisuli Clan, burdened with the weight of his family's loss.
The sorrow and anger welled up within Johan, and he clenched his fists, feeling the urge for vengeance burn in his heart. The memories served as a constant reminder of the merciless actions of the Elite and Carang gangs. The pain of losing his parents, the injustice inflicted upon his clan, fueled his determination to seek justice and to honor his family's memory.
With tears streaming down his face, Johan vowed to find a way to unveil the truth, to expose those responsible for the annihilation of his clan. Every step he took would be dedicated to the memory of his beloved parents, their love forever etched in his heart.
CHAPTER 5 ENDS
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CHAPTER 6- I WANT THAT SWORD